One cancelled show and it would've been a mini-two-er.

Coming home was pretty rough, not gonna lie. Brian and Michelle had to get home Sunday night because they had no childcare later than that. But home was 11 hours away. So the two of them along with Fritz left early Sunday morning and knocked it out. John, Lisa, Bethany and I slept in... loafed around in our jammies... went out for some breakfast with Abel and Julia... and then hit the road. We of course changed drivers a few times and made pit stops, but didn't really mess around getting back to Indiana. Except for dining in at a Waffle House in Lexington... at about the same time Brian, Michelle, and Fritz were arriving home. Eventually though, we made it back to Bloomington. Somewhere around the midnight or 1am hour. It was late. We were tired. We dragged our suitcases and pillows inside, only the things needed to get inside and get to sleep. And we locked ourselves out of the house. All four of us, outside, while the only house key was inside with Francis (the cat). Naturally something like this would happen at that moment. But God was merciful to us, and the cat sitters who only live five minutes away woke up when John knocked on their door. The rest is history, dull and forgetful, like the kind in high school history classes. But we did learn some exciting things about ourselves. For example, it's quite difficult to maintain happiness and true contentment among the five of us (seven, counting spouses) for an extended period of time. People irritate people, and as it turns out, all of us are people. But thankfully people also love people, and there was certainly plenty of that going on too.